Good morning tinkles

  S𝐩r𝐢n𝐤l𝐞s if  ∂υє, otherwise passing thru, and saying  𝐇єll๏ to you..

          💜.🪷 💜.🪷💜🪷💜.
         \ĺ⁄. \ĺ⁄. \ĺ⁄. \ĺ⁄ . \ĺ⁄. \ĺ⁄. \ĺ⁄

  𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬s 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵s 
                ✘♥✘

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   😀          😁    😂                        🤣           
    
       😃😅         😉     😙             😊

😚   🤔                      😯    😝  😓 🙃

Duck 🦆 & a Ruby Seed thanks Tamzin xx

zwm xxx

"Finite incantatem!" said Albus Severus and all of a sudden, brushes, mops and sponges fell down to the basement stones, leaving a half drowned Kreacher spit bubbles of soap. His cloth had never been so sparkling white and his mood so dark. "This... This is an outrage, master Potter! I... I protest!"

Albus, who looked genuinely sorry, apologized to Kreacher and to prevent him catching a cold, without thinking, he took off his sweater (knitted by Mrs Weasley) and gifted it to his own house elf.
Hands shaking with emotion, Kreacher touched the sweater and cried: "I am free."

Field mouse, thanks

:-)

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